In The Name of Art Pt. 02

"I'm gonna cum Harry, watch me ... watch...m..."

Her words did not fail her this time, their eyes met for this most intimate moment. Flailing like flotsam riding a raging sea, her body gave out. Each shuddering wave tore through her unleashing loud stammering moans to match their intensity. Convulsing through her body, the force of each spasm made her shake violently on top of him. She clenched him hard, massaging his cock with a surly grip that made him bellow noisily below her.

"Fuck.k.k.k!"

With a heavy slump of her body onto him, he felt the first spasm of his release. Writhing against each other, they groaned loudly in unison as they shared their climax. Savage in force, matching him spasm for spasm, each convulsion milked his load from him. The cloying warmth of his seed spread through her she clung to him sobbing for air. As his final act of veneration, he stabbed her with his spewing cock each thrust weaker than the last.

Breathless and summoning all her strength, she eased the vibe out of her throbbing pussy and looked down upon him. Exhausted, she fell upon him once more, his body rising and falling against her for air. Bathed in the warmth of her post-orgasmic glow, her last gasp was his spent cock easing from her and a trickle of his seed escaping her clutches.

"Fuck." gasped Harry weakly.

Freeing his restraints, she pressed her lips against his; his eagerness to reciprocate was all she sought.

"That... That..."

She looked upon him lost on a plain of bliss; she had taken him beyond his limits of frustration and crashed him into a delirium of sexual ecstasy.

"Pen... Pen... You... You... were incredible."

It was a breathless laugh, but heartfelt nonetheless. She quietly congratulated herself at how she had conquered her new lover.

Sat above him, the fought with corset buckles and felt the cool air balm her torpid flushed body. Crashing onto the bed, she rubbed her thighs together and luxuriated in the slippery wetness of his spunk leaking from her.

He embraced her with a tenderness that belied his bulk. She gave herself to him as he pressed his lips to her pouting mouth. Clasping his muscular body with her arms, he looked at her to see a happy warmth smile looking back at him.

"Beautiful, beautiful..." she whimpered, softly running her fingers through his hair.

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How long they had lain in her bed was hard to tell, she had rested her head on his chest safe with the security of his strong arm around her. She felt sated, light and at ease, she could hear his strong heart as she nestled against him.

"You ok?" Penny mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah I am, just remind me to dare you again like that soon."

"I don't need to ask if you liked it."

"Oh I liked it, a lot. You're kind of the girl I was hoping to meet one day."

She felt a prickle of warmth inside her.

"Really?"

"Yeah, y'know liberated, assertive, fun and a bit, erm, kinky."

"A bit kinky?"

There was a hint of surprise to her voice.

"Ok, well, I'd like to say a lot but the jury's out."

She let out a little giggle, "Well, stick around and you'll definitely find out."

There was a pause, "You know I think I will."

The tone of his voice had changed from jocular to sincere; she pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed it softly.

"Well, you could make a start by sticking around tonight."

"I'd like that."

Easing herself from the bed, she took his hand and tried to pull him up.

"Come with me."

"Huh, ok, hold on."

Reluctantly on shaky legs, he stood. As she led him through the studio, she wanted him with her as she sought to refresh her body from their carnal toil. She would wash and tend to her lover too in the expectation that he might have a little more strength left for her.

Pushing him playfully under the pan-sized showerhead, it released the sizzle of tepid water over his body. As Harry closed his eyes and lifted his face to greet the water drops, the imagery was not lost on Penny as she watched.

Reborn.